"Mm."
"Akira."
When she was in the infirmary,
she never had such a strong sense of déjà vu as she did today.
Those things that made her confused and sluggish—
today, they clearly appeared in her mind.
This is…
This is Akira's…
Akira smiled.
As expected of Kirisu Mafuyu—
the resilience of a figure skater is truly something else.
But all of this seemed a bit inferior in front of Shizuka Marikawa's explosive figure.
If Kirisu Mafuyu was a piece of lean meat, reaching AAA grade,
then Shizuka Marikawa was like a slightly more supple, slightly higher-grade piece of marbled meat.
One bite.
It melted in the mouth.
That supple feeling, incredibly smooth—
as if it flowed directly into the stomach.
It felt like drinking, not eating meat.
So, even though Akira had maxed out his training skills and exceeded the training limit,
he still added a little extra time.
[Character: Shizuka Marikawa]
[Potential: B]
[Loyalty: 85]
[Strength: 10.2]
[Agility: 10.5]
[Endurance: 10.3]
[Skills: Introduction to Clinical Medicine, Driving Proficiency, Mana Replenishment]
[Evolution Charge: 0%]
[Status: Unconscious]
He stuffed the chicken leg, still slightly warm, from the table into his mouth.
Akira looked proudly at the masterpiece he had created.
Beep.
He turned off the air conditioner.
He covered the two with the quilt.
Akira opened the door and left.
He also cleared away the Cursed Spirits that had reformed around them due to the accumulation of negative emotions.
"Huh? You want us to get Mr. Akira to join the Jujutsu Association?"
Even the usually calm Maki Zenin became agitated upon hearing the news brought by Gojo Satoru.
After all, Akira was someone who could easily kill Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
Such a person, and they needed them to invite him to join the Jujutsu Association?
Moreover, why would he have to join the Jujutsu Association?
With his abilities, if he didn't join the Jujutsu Association, what could the Jujutsu Association do?
"Alright, alright."
"I think it's a good idea."
Nobara Kugisaki was very interested in Akira. "And Maki, isn't your glasses still with him?"
"If you ask him out this weekend for some shopping or something, wouldn't that create an opportunity?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes—with Maki and Nobara's charm, they're sure to succeed right away."
"And it's not just you two."
"Even those old fogeys over there are mobilizing their forces."
Is it the same for Kyoto Prefecture?
Maki naturally couldn't dislike Akira, her lifesaver.
But approaching him with an ulterior motive made her very resistant.
"This must be the Zenin Family's idea. Only those guys would come up with such a vulgar scheme."
"It was indeed the Zenin Family's idea."
"However, it's also because Akira readily handed over his information to Mei Mei."
Gojo Satoru casually sat down on the tatami mat.
"Mei Mei is quite a beauty, so that old man from the Zenin Family came up with this idea."
"Moreover, the information about Akira that Mei Mei revealed is worth one hundred million."
"One hundred million?"
Nobara Kugisaki, who came from the countryside, widened her eyes. "That's enough to buy a decent property in the safest area."
In an instant, Nobara Kugisaki, who had decided to buy a house and a car in the big city, became even more interested in Akira.
"If we really get Akira to join the Jujutsu Association, what kind of reward do we get?"
"It's the Zenin Family's idea—what reward do you expect?"
"Those carrion crows won't think of giving you any benefits."
Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers. "Indeed, but think about it—you could gain Akira's favor."
"With his strength, money will flow in like water."
"Oh, right, right."
Nobara Kugisaki's eyes lit up. "Maybe my strength can even improve by leaps and bounds with his guidance."
"He's a god. The things a god knows, the techniques he uses, must be light-years ahead of us."
Her unintentional remark immediately hit the core.
Gojo nodded. "For Mei Mei to ask for one hundred million, perhaps it's precisely because of this possibility."
Maki Zenin tightened her grip on her spear. "If that's the case, then I'll go and get in touch with Mr. Akira."
"Me too, me too! Fushiguro Megumi, don't come—you'll be like a giant light bulb."
The silent Fushiguro Megumi remained silent.
However, if Akira truly possessed such abilities, he also hoped to receive his guidance.
But for now, the mission came first.
"You already have more opportunities than Kyoto Prefecture—you must win."
After speaking, Fushiguro Megumi got up and left.
His previous experience had allowed him to come into contact with a domain, and he was now trying to understand and develop his own domain.
To achieve this, training naturally had to be diligent.
"Megumi, wait for me…"
Gojo Satoru also got up and followed behind Fushiguro Megumi.
"Eh~!"
"Kitagawa-senpai really has Thor's power from the novel now?"
"Hmph hmph hmph—of course, I am Thor herself."
Kitagawa Marin, in her cosplay outfit, crossed her arms and tilted her head up.
The branch-like dragon horns on her head looked very textured.
The colored contacts she wore and the maid outfit she put on made Kasumigaoka Utaha feel a deep shock.
Ah, I'm so envious. Why are Saeko and Kitagawa's abilities so strong?
And I just found it easier to write novels?
But it's okay—I also have my own value.
Writing novels.
With Akira's help, her current update speed was terrifying.
Even the other novel was overshadowed by her new book.
Of course, compared to Akira, who could update hundreds of thousands of words in one night, and even draw character illustrations and designs himself,
her strength was still far behind.
She had also read Akira's Dragon Maid.
Although the style was completely different from the manuscript in her hands, Kasumigaoka Utaha still benefited greatly.
"Monsters! Help!"
"There are Monsters over there."
"Run."
Hearing the commotion outside the store, Saeko Busujima and Kitagawa Marin's first reaction was to go to the door to see what was happening.
Kasumigaoka Utaha, who didn't have much hard power, thought about leaving quickly to avoid becoming a target for the Monsters here.
"Saeko, Kitagawa—how about we leave first?"
Ever since Saeko awakened her Bloodlust, she had been able to completely control her desire for killing.
She didn't directly attack this time.
Kitagawa Marin waved her fist. "Leave for what? I finally have a chance to try out a dragon's power."
Hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha recalled Akira's description of Thor's strength in his book.
If Kitagawa Marin really had abilities like Thor's,
then that ugly centipede with a human face in the distance posed no threat at all.
The three beautiful girls stood out among the fleeing crowd.
They immediately attracted the attention of the Centipede Monster.
"Hehehe—there are beauties."
"Too bad, anyone I bite will turn into a puddle of pus."
The Centipede Monster crawled from the ground.
Its wiggling arthropod legs and countless feet on its body made ordinary people's scalps tingle just by looking at it.
"Ew! A centipede as big as a human—how disgusting."
Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the Centipede Monster, an extremely disgusted expression on her face.
"Disgusting?"
"You dare to call me disgusting?"
"No—I'll have you now…"
The Centipede Monster intended to bypass the other two and directly decapitate Kasumigaoka Utaha.
But before it could get close,
a girl with horns on her head and wearing a maid outfit grabbed it and mercilessly crushed it.
Its glossy, metallic-armor-like shell shattered into fragments like foam.
"As expected of a dragon—this tiny centipede is simply beneath my notice."
Under Kasumigaoka Utaha's adoring gaze, Kitagawa Marin casually threw the dead Centipede Monster to the ground.
But as one small one died, a huge centipede, as thick as a skyscraper, burst out of the ground and flew directly into the sky.
"Who dares to kill my son…"
Sizzle.
Kitagawa Marin didn't waste any words—she opened her mouth and charged up.
In an instant, terrifying flames erupted from Kitagawa Marin's mouth.
The flames blotted out the sky and shot straight up.
The Centipede Elder was incinerated before he could even finish his sentence.
"What the heck?"
The B-rank hero who had just arrived at the scene was stunned by the sight, his mouth agape.
A graceful figure emerged from the street corner.
After confirming her target, she immediately walked toward Saeko Busujima and the others.
"Senior Sister."
Although Fubuki was older than Saeko Busujima, since she had taken Akira as her master, she naturally had to respect seniority.
After all, with Saeko Busujima's strength, she was already capable of dealing with Dragon-level Monsters when armed.
"Senior Sister?"
Just recovering from the shock of the gray mass in the sky, Kasumigaoka Utaha was immediately drawn to the woman with neat short hair, dressed in a form-fitting green dress.
"Saeko, who is she?"
"She is Akira's disciple—the top B-rank hero of the Hero Association, Fubuki."
"Akira's disciple?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha scrutinized Fubuki, her gaze lingering thoughtfully on her ample figure for a few moments.
"As expected of Akira—even his disciple is such a beauty."
"It's clear that what this guy is thinking about is definitely not as simple as just taking a disciple."
"May I ask who this is?"
"Kasumigaoka Utaha. Strictly speaking, I am your master's wife."
Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms, adopting the air of a senior.
"Master's wife?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Then me too, me too."
Kitagawa Marin chimed in, joining the fun.
Fubuki had seen Kitagawa Marin once before, but at that time, she didn't find her particularly special.
However, she hadn't expected that once Marin acted, her strength was in no way inferior to Akira's.
"Kitagawa, are you cosplaying, or have you gained abilities similar to Monsters?"
Fubuki avoided the topic of "master's wife" and went straight to the point.
Fubuki was Akira's disciple, so she would eventually be one of them.
So Kitagawa Marin replied directly, "It's cosplay, and it's an ability."
"But if you want to know the details, you'll have to wait until you truly become one of us."
Hearing this, Fubuki's heart stirred.
During the last operation, everyone in the Fubuki Group, except for her, had been hospitalized due to injuries of varying degrees.
So now, the Fubuki Group only had her operating.
"If I become one of you, will everyone also be considered a member of our Fubuki Group?"
"It doesn't quite work like that, you know."
Kitagawa Marin looked at Fubuki but didn't elaborate.
"Oh! I didn't expect you four to gather together?"
Akira had just left the hotel and was heading to where Saeko Busujima and the others were meeting.
He had just seen Elder Centipede being burned away by flames, so he flew over directly.
He hadn't expected that what should have been a gathering of three people had now become five.
"Master, I received an alert about a Tiger-level Monster nearby, which is why I came."
"It's just that the Tiger-level Monster seems to have already been dealt with by Senior Sister."
"That centipede that flew into the sky just now should have been Dragon-level."
"But I didn't expect it to be burned to ashes by Kitagawa before it even finished speaking."
Akira looked at Kitagawa Marin and nodded happily.
With Tohru's power, Kitagawa Marin should not encounter any obstacles in this world.
However, that last move had exposed her strength.
Although not all of it, it would certainly attract the attention of certain forces.
"Marin-chan, be careful when using your abilities in the future, and don't cause too much destruction."
"I know, Akira. It's just one Dragon's Breath—it's easy to control."
For Tohru, this was instinct, and as Kitagawa Marin became more and more like Tohru,
she naturally handled these abilities with ease.
"Hmm. You all should have eaten enough by now. The next period will be for training."
"Woohoo—I love training the most."
Kitagawa Marin immediately hugged Akira's arm, her face full of smiles.
"Master, may I ask if this training is the same as the training I will undergo in the future?"
Akira nodded. "But you can skip today. You can take that Tiger-level villain for your performance record. As for what happens later, you can also inform the relevant personnel of your Hero Association."
"Alright, Master."
"Don't worry—you'll join in very soon."
Akira patted Fubuki's shoulder.
Then he turned and left with the several satisfied women.
Swoosh.
The door of the Busujima family's Kendo Club opened.
Everyone changed into slippers and entered the dojo.
"As we just agreed—Marin-chan, you'll practice with Saeko first."
"I'll call you for training later."
Akira gave his instructions, then took Kasumigaoka Utaha to the adjacent room.
Although it was a separate room, there was almost no soundproofing.
It was just a space separated by a layer of wood.
And on the traditional sliding door, a layer of Xuan paper was glued on—
the kind that, if you got saliva on it, one poke would create a hole.
So in this space,
aside from satisfying the psychological need for a private space, it was actually useless.
"Akira, can I learn kendo now?"
"I feel that Saeko and Kitagawa are both so amazing, and I'm just standing in the back holding a pen, watching. It feels strange."
Kasumigaoka Utaha was wearing a camisole dress today, with a short-sleeved top over it.
Her long legs were systematically sealed by stockings.
Only her well-proportioned, slender leg shape could be seen.
"You want to learn to fight?"
"Yes."
"Then after training, let Saeko teach you first."
"Actually, your stats are already quite high, Senior. As long as your stat panel improves, having abilities or not isn't a big problem."
"Moreover, you still have one chance to evolve."
"Who knows what good abilities you might awaken."
Hearing about awakening, Kasumigaoka Utaha also suppressed her restless heart. "Actually, what I'm worried about is that at certain critical moments, I might hold you back."
"Why worry about that?"
"Everyone has their own strengths. Your strength, Senior, is… writing to make money."
"I heard that. You really think of me that way, don't you?"
Akira smiled. "But isn't that precisely your strong suit, Senior? Look at the romance light novels you write—they have those otaku completely captivated."
"Like this?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha raised the corner of her mouth teasingly, applying force with her hand.
"Yes, exactly like that. It would be even better if you could use black stockings."
"Hmph, Junior Akira, you actually dare to use black stockings? Lie down."
Kasumigaoka Utaha gently pushed, and Akira sat down on the tatami.
Kasumigaoka Utaha extended her perfectly adorned black-stockinged leg and sat opposite Akira.
The subtle, flexible hint of flesh covered the area where heat converged.
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